1000 Heroes Novels & Stories

A few kilometers from the former war site, there are thousands of tents used for camping by Borlal's troops. In that camp there were already more than a hundred thousand warriors led by 3 heroes. They are Amura the spear hero, Yusagi the shield hero and Kawa the bow and arrow hero. "Sir, the reconnaissance troop has returned," said one of the soldiers to Amura the spear hero who was in the big tent. "Send them in!" Amura tidied up the books and letters he was reading on his desk.

TRANSFERRING 10,000,000 CREDITS. A massive, golden victory banner flashed across Ren's HUD. The triumphant orchestral music swelled, completely drowning out the ambient noise of the storm. "Yes!" Leo's voice bellowed through the comms, the giant Tank pumping his massive fists into the air. "That's it! We cleared it! Ten million!" Kara let out a long, exhausted sigh, though Ren could hear the massive smile in her voice. "My hands are cramping. The slicing mini-games on their comms network were insane, but we did it. Flawless run."

My father was a hero cop, but I was a blemish to his shining resume as I was a delinquent who smoked, drank, and got into fights. Every time I tried to visit him at the precinct, he would slap me and tell me to leave in front of his colleagues. His fatherly love was all meant for Nana Smith, the daughter of his fallen comrade who was a paragon of good character and academic excellence. When Nana was kidnapped, he sent the entire city's officers after the kidnappers. When I was stabbed three times by some thugs and called him for help, he snapped at me, "Quit being a bother. The death of vermin like you is simply good riddance anyway." Even as I suffocated in agony, I lay in a pool of my

Jack asked Brian “Any amount! I don’t care….I got her a 15 million dollars bracelet, you can tell them I’ll give 20 million dollars or you can put 25 or even 30 million dollars. All I want is to bring the robbers in front of me!” Brian replied to Jack and he nodded “Well noted Mr Bolton! We will do our best to find them,” Smith added

SOPHIE'S POV I'm here in my room dressing in clothes that I'm comfortable with so I won't have a hard time fighting later. I noticed a long box on the side of my cabinet. I immediately opened it and saw a sword that my father had given me, he said it was from our ancestors. It is not just an ordinary sword because it comes from a goddess. My father said that the goddess gave it because of the heroism of our ancestors, that our ancestors saved thousands of lives when there was a war here in Ausgberg. It was passed on until grandfather bequeathed the sword to father. I immediately placed the sword around my waist. While I was arranging the things I would use later, suddenly there was a knock o

The Curse Hera's Curse One hundred thousand years I curse your kind Each century you will find One human woman, not your mate This curse is now your fate I looked at Hera, my mother, goddess of marriage. She stood covered in blood, her anger burned, uncaring that she'd killed so many. "Mother, you've had your vengeance, you must not curse the ones who remain for a hundred thousand years." A crack of lightning, followed by a boom of thunder, lit up the skies. "After what Drakon did to your sister, you still have sympathy for their kind?"

"She was... every man's dream woman and one man thought himself lucky to be her beloved but that relationship wasn't meant to be because she'd been destined for another by the gods." "Can I give it a title?" She looked up at him. "Sure." "How about Destined Hearts?" She beamed. "Or… His and Hers?" "Nice. I like it." "Go on." "Unfortunately... Her kingdom has been at war with another one for ages. They were so far gone that no one actually remembered the reason for the war in the first place." He said. "It came to a time when a hunter got carried away on his hunt, crossed the border into enemy territory and killed an animal on that land and he was beheaded."

I'm afraid your dad might die of a heart attack if you don't give him any calls. 'Yeah Yeah.' The conversation carried on and I fell asleep on the sofa watching Barbie of Swan Lake. it was 2 am and I woke up and headed to the underground fighting arena. God, I love beating the shit out of men. Tonight's prize was 500k for the last man standing. I entered the arena and out my name on the ballot and placed it into a box. Eventually I was called out. Fight after fight. Only meant victory after victory. 'Tonight's doghouse champion is Rosaline Danvers.'

My repaired heart is only asking one thing from the day I became numb is Revenge. See u soon XAVIER REVENGE IS ON I am back for my VENGEANCE -Yours love with lots of hatred Jasmine

"I used to think you were my hero, Arthur." Arthur let out a sharp, mocking breath. "Then you were a very delusional little girl. I’m not a hero. I’m a CEO. I solve problems and I maximize profits. That’s who I’ve always been." They continued walking toward the pond at the center of the park. A small wooden bridge arched over the murky water. On the other side, an elderly couple sat on a blanket, sharing a thermos of coffee. The man was gently tucking a stray hair behind the woman’s ear, his movements slow and full of a quiet, weathered tenderness.